Thursday, November 19, 2009

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eternity

in my opinion the best song of Biagio.
a reflection on the eternity of love.
whispered a poem delivered by an engaging music and strong as love.
stories may end,
but the love that was given and received, if true, deep
will never die,
just a reminder to feel alive within us.
we will move remembering
and we will hope that can happen again.
will always be part of our life,
will be a piece of the mosaic of our soul.
will light in our eyes, the tenderness and
will send you the light.
will be what no one can ever take away.
will be a gift which will never be either poor or stingy.
will be the strength to go on
to meet our half of the world
and hope once again that will be forever!


my Beloved,
must be changed as long
in my garden because it blooms a rose.
you here is more than I expected
is the day that I dreamed and dreamed ...
you do to me what the sun has done to her
I love and fear, and fear
love you as if you turn off a sound that stays there
then lose and then I shake
asenza know when everything around me.
I will make you,
the address of my heart,
sex with you I never tried it,
will make you forever ...
my Beloved,
six fire in a fireplace off
six water when I'm so thirsty,
.. you are a pink rose.
not no love that does not live a crying,
there ..
never winter, and no shadow
stop my life for you,
never a death,
never a pain,
nobody,
never no more so I'll
with you,
the agreement ever reached,
I with you a lifetime of achievements,
eternity with you ... I will!
And who knows eternity,
what can we expect,
what will give us,
because then we will remove ...
eyes I was a child
and an airplane to fly
and another rose to watch ...

Monday, November 2, 2009

Apothem Of A Hexagonal Prism

Books ... International


- I happen to be drawn from the libraries inspegabilmente ..

- I sometimes find myself reading more books at once

- I happen to underline, take notes, write sentences of other authors

- I happen to write the date and place of purchase, as want me to remember that moment

- I happen to take them with me, traveling by car, purse, without necessarily .. read

- I happen to browse the old ones, such as seeing a photo album .. my past, I realize how much they have changed and heard

sometimes do not distinguish whether it is a passion or a disease ...

I console myself by remembering that if a sentence I read on the ceiling of the Feltrinelli di Mantova:
"Buying more books than they can read, means to approach a little bit on ... "